The middle-aged monk wearing cassocks rushed through the door and saw the broken Jade Bodhisattva. After shouting the Buddha's name, he looked at Mrs. Chu sadly.
"Old madam, didn't the poor monk specifically tell you that the life of this jade Bodhisattva and the general are tied together! Now that it has been broken, the general... I am afraid that his life will not be long."
"The general is filial and kind, and the whole world knows it. Since the fate of the Jade Bodhisattva and the general are tied together, why didn't he protect my grandmother, but let her get into trouble frequently? I'm afraid you were instigated by someone to deliberately murder the Chu family!" Lin Qingge said coldly! spoke loudly.
"Amitabha, monks are merciful, how can a poor monk harm others? As long as you worship for more than a month, the general will wake up. Seeing that there are only a few days left, you actually..."
A look of compassion appeared on Puji's face: "Hey, you'd better go see the general."
The matter involved Chu Nanfeng, which caused some hesitation on Mrs. Chu's face.
She looked at Lin Qingge and saw Lin Qingge picking out a Lingchi knife from the broken Jade Bodhisattva!
The sharp edge exudes a cold aura, and the blade is densely engraved with small characters.
Mrs. Chu's eyes widened slightly. Who would put evil things inside the Jade Bodhisattva?
"Is this the magic circle you used to protect the general?"
Lin Qingge shook the Lingchi knife in his hand, with cold eyes: "Lingchi scraper, a very dangerous thing. You are not trying to protect the Chu family, you are trying to drain the Chu family's luck!"
Monk Puji saw that his magic circle was not only broken, but also that something fishy was revealed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly calmed down: "What nonsense! The general has killed countless people on the battlefield, and his anger is too strong. He must use the Lingchi knife to suppress his evil spirit! You, a little girl, dare to talk nonsense and slander a poor monk here, After death, you will definitely go to tongue-pulling hell!"
Lin Qingge had no intention of arguing with Monk Puji.
She handed the Lingchi scraper in her hand to Mrs. Chu: "The horoscope of my husband's birth date is engraved under the scraper, and the little man painted with essence and blood on it is the person who extracts the horoscope of my husband's fortune. He didn't carve his birthday horoscope because he was worried about it. We followed the clues and discovered his identity."
"That's nonsense! According to what you said, why didn't the poor monk also draw a little figure representing the general..."
"That's because you can't get his heart's content." Lin Qingge replied coolly.
Puji's eyes were panicked, but he still said stubbornly: "You are talking nonsense! This is obviously a magic circle to suppress the general's anger and help the general to rise to prominence!"
He looked at Lin Qingge with eyes that were even full of disdain: "Old madam, you must not believe what this little girl says. She is just throwing dirty water on the poor monk. The general is the God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can the poor monk harm him?"
He said with a sneer: "On the contrary, this girl's accusations are baseless."
"Unfortunately, I am born with a lot of spiritual energy, and I can see ghosts with my eyes."
Lin Qingge blinked and said with a bit of playfulness: "Not only that, I can also see that you have no wisdom in your destiny. It's just bad luck. The master you worshiped is of a higher seniority, so you are respectfully called Puji. Master. It’s a pity that you are not capable enough and you still have evil thoughts. In the pure land of Buddhism, instead of being compassionate, you have learned evil ways to harm others.”
With every word she said, Puji's face turned paler.
By the time she finished speaking, his face looked like a dead person.
Everyone present has seen the world. Who can’t see that Lin Qingge has identified Pu Ji’s true identity?
But Puji was still making his last desperate struggle: "Nonsense! Everyone in the capital knows about the poor monk's abilities."
"It doesn't matter whether they know it or not. You should know that if this magic circle is broken, those who leave it will suffer backlash, right?"
Lin Qingge looked at Pu Ji's unsightly expression, pricked the blood from his fingertip with a scraper, and dripped it into the Jade Bodhisattva.
In an instant, a black gas visible to the naked eye emerged and then dissipated in the air.
Immediately afterwards, everyone felt refreshed, and Mrs. Chu's complexion became visibly brighter.
As for the scraper that was still exuding a bit of cold air just now, it shattered into pieces in front of everyone.
Mrs. Chu raised her eyes and looked in the direction where Puji had just been, only to find that the person was gone.
Mother Wu immediately shouted: "Come here, arrest Puji! Send him to the official!"
Lin Qingge smiled and stopped, "No need! The magic circle has been broken, and he will naturally suffer backlash."
It's cheap for him to send him to the official, but he will also bring trouble to others.
Before he finished speaking, a thunderbolt suddenly struck down, hitting Puji who ran into the courtyard.
Lin Qingge did not look at Puji, who had been reduced to charcoal, but turned his attention to the maid who was still holding a hammer in her hand.
"I didn't bring the hammer in just one cup of tea, but Puji arrived. Do you have anything to explain?"
The maid stared at Lin Qingge with a pale face, but said nothing.
Just when Lin Qingge was about to increase the pressure, the opponent's mouth began to bleed and he fell to the ground.
She hurried forward to check and found that the maid had run out of breath.
Lin Qingge was annoyed: "She has poison in her mouth and is a dead soldier. It seems that the identity of the person behind this is not simple."
But think about it, how could someone who dared to confront the Zhou Dynasty God of War be an ordinary person?
But now that Chu Nanfeng is unconscious and the other party is hiding in the dark, it is really difficult to deal with it.
After Mrs. Chu came to her senses, her eyes towards Lin Qingge became more complex.
After she arranged for her servants to deal with Puji and the maid, she stretched out her hand and pulled Lin Qingge to sit on the soft cave together, with a kind face: "Qingge, it is his blessing that Nan Feng can marry you, and it is also our Chu family's. Blessing.”
"Don't worry, grandma, give me some time. My husband's body will definitely recover as before. I just want him to recover. I need some herbs." Lin Qingge followed the trend.
Mrs. Chu understood and immediately nodded and said: "Mother Wu, please make arrangements. The young lady can enter and exit the medicine storehouse freely."
As she spoke, she wanted to talk to Lin Qingge about her family affairs, but Lin Qingge stood up and said hurriedly: "Thank you, grandma! I will go pick out the medicinal materials and heal my husband's body as soon as possible!"
As she left, Mother Wu walked up to Mrs. Chu and said, "Old Madam, someone is targeting us at home."
"Nan Feng's physical condition is unknown now, so bear with everything. When Nan Feng wakes up, everyone who dares to attack the Chu family will pay with blood!"
…
Lin Qingge returned to Qingzhuyuan with the needed medicinal materials.
But after she opened the door, she saw a scene that was unbelievable to her——
Shiqi lay on Chu Nanfeng's body in an extremely ambiguous posture, as if he was making a sauce.
Her feet had already crossed the threshold, and she didn't know whether to fall or not.
Especially when she and Shi Qi Si looked at each other, it took a long time before she said dryly: "Shall I... make room for you?"
